“There’s a clean shirt in your backpack!”
<Door slams! Bam!>
to sign up for parent-teacher meetings.
Showed up on time —
early pick up, after all.
Pushed the migraine aside
in order to be present
for preschool Chanukah party, songs, dance, and black light.
Grater?!? Where’s the grater?
And it’s clean.
Ready to make latkes. Here you go.
Take it. Take the potato, too. Wait don’t forget it’s late already past over there under the couch no upstairs in your room under the laundry basket i don’t know maybe okay fine call me at work later and let me know you’re home so I don’t worry I’m always worried what did you eat today tomorrow I promise tomorrow i know I’m sorry on Monday.
I’ll make it to the party on time.
Clean shirt in his backpack. Clean shirt. He’s got a clean shirt.
2 thoughts on “The small victories of a working mother — flash poetry”
This is brilliant Jen. These days won’t last, but when you’re in them they sometimes feel endless.
Happy Chanukah! Also, this is brilliant and sounds familiar, as ever. You capture the mood and thoughts and dizzying speed perfectly.